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    Ariana Richards' younger sister, Beth, could be seen hanging around the set of JP. Apparently, she had a crush on Joseph Mazzello and tried to kiss him in a swimming pool. (From: 'jurassiraptor')
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    Doom 3: Hell on Earth [Part 1]
    By Aragorn

    DOOM III
    Hell on Earth

    WRITTEN BY

    Dave Thac

    &

    Jeff Long



    Based on the video games Doom, Doom 2, and Doom 3, and the Doom Bible which can be found here: http://5years.doomworld.com/doombible/



    INT. DARKNESS

    We seem to be in a small room, but its depth remains undefined, as the only light comes from a tiny candle. Beside it is the barely-discernable form of a figure shrouded in robes. The hooded figure shifts, sensing our presence, and turns slowly toward the flickering flame.

    INT. TRUCK - DAY - STORMY

    Flynn Taggart shakes his head and looks around the cab, as if awakening from a dream. Wearing an officer's uniform, Taggart looks clean-cut and healthy.

    Getting out, he approaches a square house: the suburban home of the future, solar panels on the roof and a homey facade on the front, complete with a lush yard full of synthesized grass. The sky is dark with storm clouds as rain slams down unrelentlessly and thunder rumbles in the distance.

    Taggart quickly presses his thumb to a plate by the door, which opens in response. He hurries inside, hoping to get out of the rain as fast as possible.

    INT. HOUSE - FOYER

    Pulling off his jacket, he tosses it at a coat hanger, water dripping off of it. Lightning flashes, lighting up the room.

    TAGGART
    I'm home!

    The place is meticulously clean and the front hall is adorned with commendations & medals, some belonging to Flynn Taggart and others to Lorelei Chen. Thunder rumbles, obscuring any reply from his wife.

    He puts some hexagonal coins and a set of keys on an end table. There's a vase, but the flowers within are black and wilted. Taggart notices and finds it odd.

    TAGGART
    Hmm. Hey honey, you forget to water the plants?

    INT. HOUSE - DEN

    Taggart's taken up hunting, as evidenced by the bear and buck heads mounted on the wood paneling. One wall is devoted to a monstrous plasma-screen TV with a leather recliner across from it. A man's safe haven. He flops down in the chair and reaches over to stroke the head of a rabbit sitting on a table.

    TAGGART
    How'd you get out, Daisy?

    Suddenly Taggart's face goes pale. He jerks his hand back from the rabbit - rather, the rabbit's
    severed head, jammed onto a wooden stake right there in the den. Lighting flashes and thunder rumbles.

    TAGGART
    My god. Daisy.

    The silence in the house takes on a whole new meaning. Taggart pads across the floor to his gun cabinet and slams it open. He pulls out a single pump-action shotgun and creeps into the hall.

    INT. HOUSE - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY

    More lightning flashes. At the top of the staircase Taggart scans the foyer, but sees nothing out of the ordinary apart from the fact that all of the doors up here are slightly ajar. He moves silently past each one, pointing the barrel into the room, listening and watching for movement.

    Not a thing.

    TAGGART
    Lorelei!

    One door left. Master bedroom. Also ajar. Taggart kicks the door in, but drops the gun to the floor in shock. It hits the carpet with a wet squelch as it lands in a pool of blood. Taggart's wife is in the bedroom. More specifically, she is on the bed, the walls, the floor, the windows. Her death is painted on the carpet and etched into the bedposts. Her last moments are burned into the walls, the charred impact points of fireballs.

    He falls to his knees in her blood. His hands tear at his own hair, even as he spots hers, matted to a pillow; she was scalped. Taggart tries to form words. He slams into the doorframe, tumbles into the hall covered in blood. Lets out a loud, long scream.

    Somehow, Flynn finds the strength to stand. Behind him we see an armored MERCENARY with a machine gun pointed at him. Taggart slowly turns and stares in shock and horror at this man. Then another figure emerges from behind the Merc. It was hanging upside down on the ceiling until it silently crawled down the wall and landed behind the Merc, standing up right. Its skin is dark brown and it’s eyes are dark purplish-black. All half dozen of them. It's an Imp. Here on Earth.

    TAGGART
    Behind you!

    The Merc steps aside and the Imp hisses as it launches a fireball at Taggart. Taggart leaps over the railing and lands down into the foyer just as the fireball slams into the wall and dissipates, leaving a slight scorch mark.

    Taggart smashes through the end table as he lands, and rolls onto his back, pumping round after round through the second floor. The Merc scrambles down the staircase, sniping at Taggart
    through the banister. Taggart propels himself into the den with another shotgun blast.

    The Merc hits the bottom floor and shreds the leather recliner with automatic fire. He walks calmly into the den, blowing everything to pieces: the TV, the shelves, the trophies, the gun cabinet,
    everything.

    But when he lets up on the trigger, Taggart is nowhere in sight. Suddenly Taggart slams the butt of the shotgun into the back of the Merc's neck. The gunman crumples and Taggart comes around and bashes his face in.

    He aims into the Merc's bloody eyes. Taggart has tears in his eyes.

    TAGGART
    Why, goddamn you? Why?

    BLAM! Taggart splatters the Merc’s brains all over the floor. The Imp comes down the stairs with a fireball in each hand. Taggart spins out of their path as they zoom by. The rear wall is struck and goes up in flames.

    Taggart slams the door to the room and fires through it, hoping to fend off the demon. A gun taps the back of his head.

    MERCENARY
    Drop it.

    Taggart obliges. The shotgun drops from his hand, but he quickly turns around, catching it in his other hand and discharges it. The merc sidesteps the blast and clocks Taggart in the jaw with a weighted glove.

    Taggart pivots 90 degrees and slams his elbow into the Merc's throat. He follows it up with a nose-shattering backhand and buries his boot heel in the gunman's gut. The door flies off its hinges courtesy of twin fireballs. The Merc looks up hopefully, but Taggart grabs his breastplate and hurls him onto a stuffed elk head’s curled horns, impaling him.

    TAGGART
    Game over.

    The Imp rushes in and Taggart grabs a small bookshelf and knocks it over. It slams down on the demon and splinters of wood spray across the room. Taggart throws a fist at the Imp's face as it recovers, but the monster catches it and flips him into the wall.

    He's landed right beside what remains of the gun cabinet. Taggart punches through the glass door and whips out a loaded elephant rifle. The barrel thuds against the Imp's chest.

    TAGGART
    Do Imps fly?

    The sound of the rifle is like God's hammer coming down, kicking the Imp straight through the wall like it was nothing. Taggart drops the rifle into his lap and reloads. He sits up and waits for the Imp's inevitable return.

    After a few minutes, he gets to his feet and surveys the carnage. Two dead Mercs, one still hanging from the elk, the other headless in the doorway. The Imp is out in the foyer, lying under a pile of debris.

    Taggart tears open the first Merc's utility belt and spills out its contents: bullets, a stimpack, some cards. The first of which is an ID.

    TAGGART
    (reading) Lewis. SS. (pause) SS...

    He goes to the other Merc and plucks out his card, identifying him as Mr. Tyson. There's a tiny PDA in another pouch. Upon turning it on, the first thing that pops up is an address: St. Thomas Cathedral.

    TAGGART
    Humans and fucking demons working together. They came for me. They came for me, and...

    He collapses, trying to contain his grief. He can't. Flynn Taggart balls up on the floor and hugs the rifle, screaming like a man trapped in his worst nightmare.

    INT. HOUSE - CLOSET

    This is where Taggart keeps all of his military-issue weaponry. The closet opens and Taggart reaches in, grabbing a long knife. He straps it to his thigh and loads a double-barreled shotgun. He slings a brutal-looking chainsaw over his shoulder as a belt of grenades goes around his waist.

    EXT. HOUSE - DAY - STORMY

    Taggart walks out of his house, immediately drenched again as he heads out with a hardened expression. He's in kill mode.

    He gets into his truck and peels out of the driveway, just in time to be rear-ended by a silver van. His windshield is blown out by the impact and Taggart sags against the steering wheel, but steps on the gas anyway.

    The van's shuttered windows open and gunfire peppers the truck. Taggart lays low, barely able to watch the road as he careens from one curb to the other.

    EXT. ANOTHER ROAD - STORMY

    Taggart fishtails onto a busy commuter lane, clipping another car. The van weaves around the skidding traffic in hot pursuit. Taggart's able to put some distance between himself and the van.
    He sits up and points a pistol out the rear window. The bullets bounce harmlessly off the van's tinted glass as he fires.

    TAGGART
    Fuck!

    He slams on the brakes and jerks the wheel hard. The truck spins to face the van, but the pursuer doesn't slow down.

    Wham! The van's windshield falls away in a shower of glass and Taggart gets a brief glimpse of a dark-haired woman at the wheel. The truck is plowed into a guardrail. Beyond the rail, a long
    drop into a rapid river.

    The vehicle shrieks over the edge. Taggart fights to haul himself through the windshield, but before he can, the truck splashes down and lands in the river. The woman gets out of the van and
    watches it sink beneath the rushing waters. A bald man in similar Merc gear joins her.

    MERCENARY
    Is he dead?

    The woman reaches her hand down, palm pointed outward.

    WOMAN
    No.

    INT. ST. THOMAS CATHEDRAL

    A priest walks down the long aisle, past row after row of empty pews. The cathedral is a work of art, framed by intricate stained-glass windows, carved pillars and overhead is a vaulted ceiling with crisscrossing rafters.

    The priest passes the candle-covered altar and takes a large Bible from the pulpit. He thumbs through the well-worn pages in search of a certain passage. Suddenly, he is startled as he glances up and sees a man badly bruised and soaked to the bone, clinging to one of the front
    pews.

    PRIEST
    My son...

    Taggart tries to stand, and in doing so exposes his cache of grenades. The priest stops in his tracks.

    PRIEST
    This is God's house.

    Taggart chatters as he shakes himself dry.

    TAGGART
    I-is He h-home?

    PRIEST
    Do you need someone to talk to?

    The priest motions towards the confessional booths.

    TAGGART
    S-somebody is looking...f-for this place. Killers.

    PRIEST
    Have you hurt someone?

    TAGGART
    I'm not a fucking lunatic!

    His voice echoes around the room like a thundering organ. He sighs, pulls off the grenade belt and sets it aside.

    TAGGART
    Look, my wife was murdered today. The guys who did it were gunning for me and I think they might be gunning for you too.

    PRIEST
    Have you gone to the police with this?

    TAGGART
    They can't arrest the Devil, padre.

    PRIEST
    What do you mean?

    TAGGART
    Name's Flynn Taggart. Maybe you've heard of me.

    PRIEST
    I’m sorry. I'm afraid I haven't.

    TAGGART
    I told God I was through with this shit. I thought it was over.
    Apparently I was wrong. Now I need answers.

    PRIEST
    I don't understand…

    There’s a quiet hissing noise from someplace nearby.

    TAGGART
    Well padre, here's the short version.

    Taggart turns and blasts his shotgun up into the rafters. An Imp falls down, two forming fireballs sailing from its hands. The fireballs take out two stained-glass windows, glass shattering over everything.

    Taggart grabs his grenade belt and puts it back on. He strafes across the pews, pounding them with the double shotgun. The Imp takes cover and lobs a couple of fireballs. They miss by a wide margin.

    TAGGART
    You wanna know God, motherfucker? I'll introduce ya personally!

    Every single remaining window in the cathedral explodes inwards, raining colored glass all over Taggart. He drops out of sight. The priest scrambles into the pulpit. The female Merc from earlier drops down behind him.

    WOMAN
    Father Kelly.

    He tries to run but she presses a combat knife to his throat.

    INT. ST. THOMAS CATHEDRAL - STAIRCASE

    Taggart speeds up a spiral staircase to a balcony among the rafters. Down below, the Imp brushes itself off as Mercs swarm through the front doors. The woman rises with the priest in tow.

    WOMAN
    Major Taggart! No one else needs to die today!

    Taggart huddles in the balcony to reload. The Mercs take firing positions all around the cathedral, sweeping the area with their guns, searching for him.

    The woman leads Father Kelly down the aisle. The clergyman pales at the sight of the Imp up close.

    WOMAN
    Taggart?

    Taggart peers over the balcony, training his pistol on her head.

    TAGGART
    Kiss it goodbye, good sister.

    The Imp shrieks and points straight at him as it lobs a fireball. Following gunfire lights up the cathedral and Taggart ducks as splinters dance all around him. The Imp slams a fireball each into the two supporting wooden pillars and they're knocked loose. The balcony groans and begins to crack. Taggart throws himself out onto a rafter.

    WOMAN
    Take him down!

    He tugs the pin from a grenade and lobs it into the pews.

    TAGGART
    Say your prayers!

    The Mercs dive for cover. The pews are blown to smithereens as the grenade explodes, the balcony dropping into their midst, the walls of the church trembling from the impact.

    Taggart hops from rafter to rafter as the chaos unfolds below. The woman draws a bead on him and puts a .22 round in his arm. Taggart tightly grits his teeth and looses his balance, but grabs onto the rafter with his good arm. The Imp creates a flaming fastball to finish him off.

    FATHER KELLY
    No!

    He shoves the woman back and throws himself at the Imp at the last second. The fireball screams into the chest of an unfortunate Merc. Father Kelly grabs a cross-shaped candlestick as the Imp gets up with a snarl.

    FATHER KELLY
    In the name of the Lord, I cast you from this house!

    He smacks the demon across the face with the candlestick.

    TAGGART
    Get down, padre!

    Father Kelly dives aside just as the woman Merc fires, causing her bullets to hit the Imp instead. The Imp flies back and smashes through a wooden bench.

    WOMAN
    Shit!

    She retreats to the pulpit and pulls a small cube from her coat. On its six sides are tiny skulls. She tosses it out onto the floor and it unfolds into a platform with a pentagram etched on it. It's a demonic teleporter. Suddenly a group of Pinky Demons appear from it, snarling and shorting. The Mercs begin to fall back.

    Taggart dangles overhead and watches the Pinky Demons fan out, their enormous
    Heads moving left and right, picking up on the scent of human flesh.

    Father Kelly crawls beneath a pew, clutching a crucifix around his neck and whispering the Lord's Prayer. He looks up and sees the clawed foot of a Pinky Demon step down at the end of the aisle. Father Kelly freezes.

    Taggart is losing strength as his grip loosens slightly. The Imp gets back to its feet and looks up at him. With his wounded arm, he pulls out the chainsaw and revs it up by pressing a trigger.

    TAGGART
    Let's go.

    He drops. The Imp leaps back and Taggart lands right on a Pinky Demon, tearing into its soft slimy hide. The monster squeals and bucks him off. Taggart bounces off a pew, rolls into the aisle, and jams the saw right down another Pinky Demon’s throat.

    The other Pinky Demons converge on Taggart's location. He waves them on with a bloodthirsty smile. Father Kelly stands up from his position, waving his arms wildly.

    FATHER KELLY
    Over here! Come for me!

    TAGGART
    No!

    The Pinky Demons look around with uncertainty. The Imp generates a fireball in its hand. It throws it, but Taggart ducks and the flame hits a Pinky Demon in the head. The monster screams, stamping its feet. The others begin grunting. The Imp hisses back. They attack it, all running at it and leaping on it, tearing into the Imp and ripping its flesh from its bones.

    Taggart grabs Father Kelly's robes and tugs him away from the melee, the Imp trying to scratch and bite back, but failing. Taggart and Father Kelly stop by the exit doors.

    TAGGART
    Wait here.

    He heads back, stooping beside the pentagram teleporter and flips the panel over. On the underside is the UAC corporate logo.

    TAGGART
    Jesus.

    Taggart takes off just as the Imp’s blood splatters the panel and obscures the UAC corporate logo.

    EXT. ST. THOMAS CATHEDRAL - NIGHT

    The storm has stopped, but it has grown dark out as night has arrived.

    TAGGART
    Do you have a car?

    FATHER KELLY
    Yes, but tell me what's going on!

    TAGGART
    We'll get to that. Car! Now!

    FATHER KELLY
    Around the back!

    They run and as they near the corner of the church, an explosion can be heard. Some metal parts land a few feet away and sure enough, it's from Father Kelly's car.

    TAGGART
    Okay, Plan B.

    A shipping truck slows as its driver gawks at the explosion. Taggart leaps onto the side and throws open the passenger door, still holding the giant bloody chainsaw.

    TAGGART
    United States Marine Corps! Official business…

    The driver's long gone. Taggart shrugs and gets in, followed by Father Kelly.

    INT. SHIPPING TRUCK

    The truck races down the road, passing by other vehicles. Taggart drives.

    FATHER KELLY
    Now please, what's happening?

    TAGGART
    They're demons, padre’. Fuckin’ demons.

    FATHER KELLY
    As in Heaven vs Hell, classic biblical demons?

    TAGGART
    Yes. Five years ago, one of Mars' moons was sucked into Hell. I was there. Two years ago, they attacked a moon near Jupiter. I was there too.

    FATHER KELLY
    Is that why they're after you?

    TAGGART
    No idea. Probably. I killed a million of those slimy bastards and I’m sure they're pissed off. It's good old-fashioned payback for them. Now, as for what they want with you, I have no idea.

    FATHER KELLY
    I don't think they intend to kill me.

    TAGGART
    Don't be fooled. Pinkies like playing with their food.

    FATHER KELLY
    (to himself) They must be after the mega-sphere.

    TAGGART
    Come again?

    FATHER KELLY
    The mega-sphere. Surely you know what a soul-sphere is?

    TAGGART
    (remembering) Yeah, I've seen a few of them.

    FATHER KELLY
    The mega-sphere contains the most potent and pure soul of all.

    TAGGART
    You mean...

    FATHER KELLY
    The soul of Christ. And it's here on Earth.

    TAGGART
    So that’s why they have been trying to get to Earth all these years. It wasn’t to take over the planet. It was so they could get an upperhand on Heaven and burn its gates down. Why the hell is it here? Why doesn’t Heaven hold onto it?

    FATHER KELLY
    Neutral territory. Neither Heaven nor Hell are supposed to touch it.
    But I've been researching the sphere for decades, and I think Hell is breaking the rules.

    TAGGART
    Typical.

    He rumbles over a trash can and onto a side street.

    TAGGART
    Maybe I need to catch up on my Sunday school, but I don't remember reading about this in the Good Book.

    FATHER KELLY
    It's not in the Bible. Things like these are kept hidden from mortals. But, there are apocryphal texts scattered around the globe which tell of the mega-sphere.

    TAGGART
    Do you know where it is?

    FATHER KELLY
    Not exactly. But in the last few months I've gotten closer. That's probably why they want me.

    TAGGART
    How does UAC fit in?

    FATHER KELLY
    UAC? They’re apart of this?

    TAGGART
    (ignoring him) We're making a quick stop downtown.

    Father Kelly sees that Taggart’s arm is still bleeding and has been dripping blood onto the seat.

    FATHER KELLY
    We should go to a hospital. You're still bleeding.

    TAGGART
    Good. It means I'm still alive.

    He leans on the accelerator and begins reloading the double shotgun at the same time.

    EXT. UNION AEROSPACE CORPORATION - NIGHT

    Taggart rolls right on over the glowing UAC sign and across the sparsely-populated parking lot. It's an enormous complex of offices and hangars, but he knows right where he's going.

    INT. GATEWAY DEVELOPMENT DIVISION - ENTRYWAY

    Two security guards sit at a console, playing an old first-person-shooter on one of the closed-circuit monitors.

    GUARD 1
    These graphics are shit.

    GUARD 2
    Shut the fuck up, it's a classic.

    The slams open and Taggart walks in with double shotgun and chainsaw ready to go. The guards' jaws drop.

    GUARD 1
    Where do you think you're going?

    TAGGART
    I'm here to see your boss.

    GUARD 2
    (stuttering over his words) D-do you have an appointment?

    TAGGART
    Sure.

    He aims the shotgun and blows the console to bits.

    TAGGART
    Wanna see my ID too?

    He revs the chainsaw and the guards back off.

    INT. CORPORATE OFFICE

    ROLAND TRAGUE, a handsome man in his early fifties, sits behind his desk with a thick report in hand. He yawns as Taggart enters.

    ROLAND TRAGUE
    Susan, can you grab me a cup…(trails of when he sees Taggart) You're Flynn Taggart.

    TAGGART
    Not a real popular name around here, is it?

    ROLAND TRAGUE
    Not when you enter unannounced. And packing heavy weaponry to boot.

    He tries a smile but Taggart just gives him a cold stare in return.

    TAGGART
    A demon just tried to roast my ass. He used a UAC Teleporter to summon backup. Thoughts?

    ROLAND TRAGUE
    Now Major Taggart, I was at the hearings. I heard your testimony
    and frankly, after all I've seen, I believe it. Do you understand? (pause; no reply from Taggart) But are you suggesting that these demons actually have UAC's technology?

    TAGGART
    No, I'm suggesting you GAVE it to them. Along with a compliment of Mercenaries, or Special Ops, or something.

    ROLAND TRAGUE
    Mercenaries! Special Ops!

    He laughs and sets the report down.

    ROLAND TRAGUE
    Major, I'm a businessman. I shave on the morning train, I eat lunch at McDonald's and I piss my wife off by working late nights. I don't issue "compliments of mercenaries" to the forces of Hell!

    A side door opens and the dark-haired woman enters. She seems surprised to see Taggart there.

    WOMAN
    Is there a problem, Mister Trague?

    ROLAND TRAGUE
    Not at all, just having a word with the Major. (to Taggart) This is Janella Sabando, Chief of Security Solutions.

    TAGGART
    (to himself) Security Solutions...SS.

    Taggart’s eyes narrow as he stares coldly at Sabando.

    SABANDO
    Pleasure to meet you, Major. (pauses) Are those guns loaded?

    TAGGART
    You know they are, bitch.

    ROLAND TRAGUE
    Am I…missing something?

    TAGGART
    (to Sabando) You killed my wife. You tried to kill me.

    She doesn't respond, doesn't even move. One hand is at her side and slightly toward the back; she's fingering a pistol. Taggart narrows his eyes. Can he take her out?

    The bald Merc walks through the other door with a machine gun pointed right at Taggart.

    ROLAND TRAGUE
    Cervantes?

    CERVANTES
    Major Taggart assaulted two of our men downstairs and destroyed a security station.

    TAGGART
    Wait a minute here, I didn’t do any of that…

    SABANDO
    (cutting him off) Why don't you come with us?

    ROLAND TRAGUE
    Taggart, I assure you I will look into this immediately, but you
    can't expect to get what you want by tearing this place apart.

    TAGGART
    Maybe not. But it feels pretty goddamn good.

    He fires the shotgun and takes a huge chunk out of Trague's desk. Cervantes fires but Taggart deflects the bullet with the chainsaw and takes aim at Cervantes, just as the Merc dives out the door.

    Sabando watches with bemusement as Taggart walks out, glaring at her the entire time, a promise of vengeance in his eyes.

    SABANDO
    (to Trague) My men will meet him at the gate.

    INT. SHIPPING TRUCK

    The door is slammed open and Taggart climbs in.

    TAGGART
    All right, so let's say they're after the mega-sphere. What happens
    if they find it?

    FATHER KELLY
    I'm not sure. I didn't get that far in my research.

    TAGGART
    How can I help?

    FATHER KELLY
    You want to help me?

    TAGGART
    If helping you will fuck them up, I'm game.

    FATHER KELLY
    Well, when you put it that way...there's a library in Old
    London, England. There are rich apocryphal texts stored there. There is so much that has yet to be translated. I’m sure I’m on the verge of a breakthrough.

    TAGGART
    Then we're going to England.

    FATHER KELLY
    How do you propose we do that? I have no money and if what you’ve told me is true, your bank accounts will no doubt be frozen.

    TAGGART
    I have a way with people.

    12/27/2005 4:36:25 AM
    (Updated: 12/27/2005 4:36:46 AM)

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